Canglan Empress

Chapter 753

Chapter 753
Rong Jin nodded, "What about that child?"

"Child?" Yaohua said casually, as if he didn't care, "I'll talk about it later."

So Rong Jin stopped asking.

The waiter quickly delivered the dishes Yaohua ordered. There is no need to be too extravagant and wasteful for two people. Four dishes, one soup, and two bowls of white rice.

"Want a drink?" Yaohua asked.

The corners of Rong Jin's eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of his lips were stained with a smile: "I want to drink."

He's not an alcoholic, but it seemed like he deserved a drink today.

Just celebrate yourself.

Yaohua ordered the waiter to order the best wine in the restaurant, a jug, the two drank slowly, looked at the busy traffic outside the window, and chatted with each other.

The wine is mellow and the atmosphere is good.

Rong Jin always raised his eyes inadvertently, and looked at the young man who was as noble as a banished fairy, and his heart couldn't help but feel satisfied.

This is a sense of fulfillment that no amount of power and wealth can buy.

The two stayed in the private room for about an hour, full of wine and food, and in a good mood.

After leaving the restaurant, Yaohua proposed to take a stroll in the city.

Rong Jin said, good.

The two of them were alone, without being disturbed by others, shopping or going to the battlefield to kill enemies, it was all the same to Rong Jin.

As long as the person next to him is him, no matter what he does, it will be a kind of happiness that he can enjoy.

The two walked to West Street.

The streets are bustling with traffic, and the prosperity of Yongjing can be seen everywhere.

There was a chaotic commotion not far ahead, accompanied by the cries of children and the stern scolding of men, even in the noisy city streets, they couldn't help but attract the attention of Yaohua and Rong Jin.

The two of them stamped their feet, looked in the front direction, and then grabbed a person who was walking from the opposite direction.

"What happened up front?"

The middle-aged man in the clothes of ordinary people was caught. He looked up and stared blankly at Rong Jin and Yaohua, the two noble and dignified sons, "Mr...Mr...."

Rong Jin repeated in a deep voice: "What happened before?"

The middle-aged man came back to his senses, and quickly lowered his head: "Yes... a father is selling, selling children..."

sell children?
Rong Jin frowned, selling children in broad daylight?

Turning his head to look at Yaohua, Yaohua didn't speak, and walked forward without saying a word.

Rong Jin quickly followed.

As they got closer, the cries and pleadings of the children became more and more clear, Tianshu stepped forward to push aside the crowd, and quickly cleared a path.

When the onlookers saw the two handsome young men approaching, they were amazed.

The two aristocrats exuded an aura of nobility that made one feel ashamed, and the crowd subconsciously fell silent.

"What's going on here?" Rong Jin asked indifferently, his cold gaze swept around, and finally fell on the crying child in front of him.

Just now he thought that the crying child was the one who was sold, but when he took a closer look, he realized it was not.

Yaohua looked up slightly, and saw a plaque hanging above it, the most happy building.

Turning his eyes slightly, there was a boy in plain clothes standing on the open space in front of him. He was twelve or thirteen years old, handsome, expressionless, and there was an indescribable desolation in his eyes.

In front of him stood a well-dressed middle-aged woman, who was looking at the boy with a look of goods.

Next to him was an eight or nine-year-old crying boy, hugging a middle-aged man's leg, and screaming helplessly, "Father, don't sell your brother, don't sell your brother..."

(End of this chapter)

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